He returned from a business trip bearing gifts. Not postcards from the exoctic locale of Palo Alto, but tiny chocolate covered mints.
"Here are your mints."
Turns out he had had a king size bed all to himself and there were mints on each of the 2 pillows. Since I wasn't there to enjoy what should have been the ones from my side of the bed, he brought them home for me.
It's not the mints I'm excited about, it's the fact that they were on my side of the bed so of course they were mine, even though they had to travel home to get to me.
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